The first thing Chris had done after calming down from his confrontation with Terry was to call his mom and see if she was up for a visit this weekend. She was, of course. Marilyn Daniels always had an open door when it came to her children.
Friday night had been difficult. He’d avoided going home for as long as he could. After swinging through a drive-thru for dinner, he’d gone to the hardware store, taking his time picking up things he really didn’t need. When he couldn’t avoid it any longer, he’d climbed back into his truck and drove home.
Once there, however, he hadn’t been able to sleep. The walls felt like they were creeping in on him.
Finally at six he hadn’t been able to take it anymore and got up. After throwing some clothes and bathroom supplies into his duffel bag and letting
